My mother said that I'd end up in Hatton,
A lunatic asylum 15 miles from home,
They'd put me in a padded room,
And leave me their alone,
Her words just had no meaning,
As I was only Four,
So I locked myself in the toilet,
And sat behind the door.
She said that I'd go hungry,
I said I didn't care,
So she buggered off to Bingo,
And I shit myself right there.
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